Music Monday.

I realize it's Tuesday.

I also realize that my head feels like it's been stuffed with cotton and my throat is very scratchy and I had to take the day off.

So hop off D: <

(<3)

So anyway. I'm stealing this little idea from Twitter's trending topic, "Music Monday." How original, right? Well, I guess, since I'm doing it in blog format.

Take that, 140 characters or less.

So for this um... issue?... of Music Monday, I'd like to introduce you to a little band called Morningwood, that is slowly but surely gaining steam. Maybe you've heard of them. If you saw the Sex And The City movie, you heard one of their songs playing during the fashion show scene - New York Girls. This track is from their full debut album, named after their band. Other songs you might have heard are "Nth Degree" and "Take Off Your Clothes." A band with a unique style, led by frontwoman Chantal Claret, this indie rock/glam metal group is hard to resist. Check out their debut album, Morningwood, as well as their 4-track maxi-single, Sugarbaby. Their new album, Diamonds and Studs, is to be released sometime later this year.

So yeah. I'm gonna go drink some water and maybe tea, and maybe have some chicken noodle soup now.

Happy listening.

~J*~

Oh Deary Me... Could It Be...? No, Not Possible... But Is It... SWINE?

Oh, dear God almighty in heaven above, I hope not.



I was so hot all day. Like, it was ridiculous. And in third period, it got unbearable. My head was throbbing every time I coughed - which was a whole lot - so I went to the nurse. I suppose the good news is that I don't have a fever. Or, at least, I didn't this morning.



Anyway. I've been toying with my webcam. And it's kinda a whole lot of fun, considering I haven't much toyed with it yet. Wanna see?

I HAVE A MASK. So exciting.

Lame?

Who, I?

Psht.

There are so many more pictures, but I really don't feel like putting them up.

Oh, and the person on the phone is Nikki. You know, my best friend? Yeah, her.

Anyway. I have no idea what I'm saying right now. I'm not feeling good, I'm tired, and I'm in a blah mood.

BLAH, I SAY.

~J*~

Is It Just Me, Or Is Blogging Losing Steam?

I guess it's to be expected. I mean, it's the WRITTEN WORD, which is slowly, but surely, going out of style. Which sucks. But whatever. I mean, everything has its hayday. And I guess people are just too lazy to read, so they'd rather watch videos with random edits in them to make them look funny/dramatic/just flat out fancy.

I guess blogging just isn't as "in" as it used to be. Not if there aren't pretty pictures, anyway. So, without further ado, here's a picture... Hang on, lemme figure out how to get it on here from Facebook... godda---



Whoa. That's a whole lot of HTML.

Oh. Haha. It wasn't in "compose" view. Silly Joey, Blogger is for smart people.

But yes. Okay. Picture explanation time :)

(Sadly, I don't think I have any of me and Boyfriend D: Neither of us had cameras and yeah. But whatevs. Memories are all in the old noodle. And they are very spectacular memories.)

Okay. So the girl on the left is Mae, and I've been friends with her since freshman years - three years ago, people - and we're not exactly BFFs, but we're pretty close. And she looked GAWWWWJUS last night.

Girly on the right is cute little Myoung. I took a history class with her last year, and she made it very entertaining. :) SHE'S SO CUTE. All the tiny little Asian girls are such freaks on the dance floor, though. Or anywhere else for that matter.

And that amazingly snazzy dude in the middle? That would be yours truly. Yes, oh yes, I know, it was a fabulously STUNNING ensemble, picked out by none other than ME. And, the best part is, I had JUST learned how to tie a tie three nights before =D

(Picture curteousy of Myoung's phone, as used by the 12th grade administrator that had THE hardest time figuring out how to use it, Mr. Tyrell.)

But yes. My second and final homecoming was absolutely terrific. A lot of dancing, a lot of sweating, a lot of going out into the courtyard for fresh air, a lot of tiny bottles of water, and a lot of people simulating gratuitous, rough-ass sex on the dance floor.

And, NO, I was not one of them.

Promise.

Except maybe with Rosie ;) Oh how I love my lesbian.

(Lol.)

But dancing with Boyfriend was perhaps one of the best parts of the night. Amazingly sweet and just... amazing. GAH. *loveyloveymushygooeylove*

But, at the risk of embarassing myself further, I'll let you enjoy this first post in CENTURIES and then leave you to the rest of your day/night/whatever.

Adieu, dear Blogger.

~J*~

Le sigh.

I am absolutely, positively aware of the fact that my posts have been getting fewer and farther between.

I am also one hundred percent, completely aware of the fact that I have a lottt of spare time to blog, considering I am taking one - count em, ONE - required class this year.

So sorry, for my like, two readers.

If even.

I can only dream of being famous on here.

And, sadly, the fact that I have an essay in that ONE REQUIRED CLASS just came to my attention.

Due tomorrow.

Motherfu---

~J*~

PS: I'll be back later. Mkay?

I'm Still Alive. I Promise.

I know.

I know.

I have not been able to get on the computer, and it's a very long and complicated story that I REALLY do not feel like getting into right now that involves my trying-to-re-locate-her-marbles mother and a missed curfew.

Anyways.

Yes, Kanye West is a toolbox douchedrinking S.O.B.

Poor Taylor Swift.

Seriously.

Lady Gaga is effing SPECTACULAR. I love her as much as Katy Perry now.

She's not a man, so stfu.

Her outfits are terrifying, ugly, amazingly innovated, and inspired by monsters.

Best Lady Gaga site ever.

Abby thinks I'm her boyfriend, so our friendship is pretty much deceased.

I'm taking one required course - AP lit - and six other ones that are pretty much B.S., but most of them are enjoyable.

Especially photography. I love that class.

Now that you're all caught up...

I spent the day with this awesome girl Francesca today. We met in June at the SATs and haven't seen each other since. But we've kept in touch via Facebook, and we were FINALLY able to hang out.

It was quite the lovely day :)

Windowshopping at the mall, taking pictures on her laptop, having a Lady Gaga dance party, chilling with her boyfriend - which was shockingly not awkward - and coming home way too early.

So yeah.

L O V E L Y.

:)

I really hope I get to do it again next weekend.

So yeah.

Okay.

So yeah.

Yeah.

~J*~

Oh, and by the way...

That last post was number one-hundred.

Thank you, lovely readers, for sticking around through one-hundred ramble-icious, whine-acious posts. More to come.

:)

<3

~J*~

If There Are Any Filthy Rich People Reading this, Would You Mind Buying Me A Quaint Little Place to Live?

Yes, I just said "quaint."

But for seals, like... I can't live here after I turn eighteen. If I'm still stuck living with my mother... let's just say keep a lookout for the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Or seven. Or however many there are.

I'm tired of being controlled. And I'm tired of being yelled at and called a liar. And I'm tired of being told that I think with my dick. Not in so many words, but, you know, pretty much. No, I don't want to just spend some time with my boyfriend snuggling and watching TV, I'm a teenage boy, so I MUST only want to have sex with him!! Perfect sense, right?

If you agree, go away. Now.

So I really need a job so I can start saving up big time. It's only going to be minimum wage, but I think minimum wage is like, seven bucks an hour now... I just need to start saving for all the things I want. Maybe I'll get something published and rake some extra cash in for a piece of shit used car and the cheapest driver's ed I can find.

Or something.

I don't know.

Does anyone know how to get published?

PLEASE tell me if you do.

~J*~